When I got home, I decided that I should probably talk to someone about my potential feelings for Axel. Maybe conversing with someone who doesn't know a single thing about my friendship with him could help me. Who better to talk to than my mom? Obviously she knows that he's my best friend and she knows about our small falling out because he stopped coming over to hang out with me, but regarding the reasoning and almost every other aspect of our friendship, she's in the dark.
When I heard the front door open and the familiar clacking of her heels from my spot on the couch, I practically ran to the door, helping her with her bags. "What do you want?" she asked me with narrowed eyes.
"Can't I help my dear old mother?" I asked her as I carried her bag to the kitchen table, knowing she was g
